Tired and careworn

I had horrible nightmares all last night and I'm still feeling the mental drag. Every so often the emotional climate of the dreams will come over me and I'll start shaking.

I'm drinking coffee, trying to wake up enough to get some work done. My MM editor has emailed me asking me to set a deadline for the material that I have. I haven't figured out what to tell him yet.

My NaNoWriMo word count hit 9661 yesterday, which puts me a pretty good chunk ahead of schedule. The minimum I could write per day, assuming I write the same amount ever day, would be 1667, which would make the average four-day count 6668.

I have a headache and a backache and a mindache from plot elements colliding and coalescing. If anybody wants to read an excerpt of my project, you can find it here:

http://www.nanowrimo.org/user/240900

If only I could sleep for about a hundred years...

The Seventies! AHHH! THE SEVENTIES!!!

If you read one other blog post today, it has to be this one:

http://15minutelunch.blogspot.com/2007/10/strap-in-shut-up-and-hold-on-were-going.html

Someone with a vicious sense of humor found a 1977 JC Penney catalogue inside the wall of a house. And they posted pictures.

The comments are also good for many moments of hilarity, as people recall the fashions, and in some cases admit to having owned them.

For the first time all day, I actually feel happy.